I was sitting at my workstation computer finishing up the sound editing of my latest video, one that featured two huge Black bodybuilders torturing and then fucking a lean but ripped Korean guy when my phone pinged, telling me that I had a text message. Stopping the video during the scene where the two Black Studs had locked the Korean in a set of standing stocks and they were fucking him in the ass and the mouth at the same time, I looked at the phone screen.
:Hello, Sir, it's Trey from the sk8 park. Remember me?:
Yes, I did remember him, since the video of the 22 year old tanned and muscled little skateboarder with the hard body being tortured and fucked had done quite well, making a pretty good profit. It had been more than a month since I had filmed his torture session, though, and I was a little surprised to hear from him again.
:Yeah, I remember you. What's up?:
:I'd like to come see you again.:
:Another video?:
:Only if U want. I just need 2B tortured again!:
:Really?
:
:Yeah, it's all I can think about when I try to cum.:
:Seriously?:
:Yeah, It's hard for me to jack off without some pain!
And I need to talk to you about something:
:Well, if you want to come by, give me a time and date!:
:How about tomorrow in the morning?:
:That sounds good.:
:Yes Sir, I'll be there!:
Hanging up the phone, I smiled to myself, remembering this young stud I had met at the local skate park. His name was really Trevor, but he told me that he preferred to be called Trey. Built like a brick shithouse, shaggy black hair, hard muscles, thick nipples and a hot and tight ass and a surprising tolerance for pain considering that he told me that he had never tried bondage or had ever been tortured before. His smooth and hairless, tanned, muscled physique had looked really good dripping with sweat and straining against his restraints in a standing spread-eagle position as I tortured him and then fucked him while he was lying in the sling. I had coated his washboard abs with a hot load of my cum before jacking his cock off on his own body to add to the sperm coating his 6-pack while I pulled on the chain between a pair of cloverleaf clamps on his nipples.
Now I had to think about planning some new tortures for him to endure. I wasn't sure if I would making another video with him, or if I just wanted to torture his muscled body for the sheer pleasure of watching him flex and struggle. I did have one piece of new equipment in my combination video studio and torture chamber that I thought would be good to torture Trey. It was called "The Backbreaker", and was basically an old fashioned torture rack with one difference, since it was not flat, but was shaped in a pronounced arch which would force the victim's spine to be bent backwards as he was stretched, adding to his suffering. Trey only being about 5'6" tall, I figured with his stocky muscled physique he would look exceptionally sexy as he was stretched to his limits before being made to endure other tortures.
I went back to work on the video I was editing, admiring the strength of the 23 year old Korean as the two black bodybuilders that I had hired from the local gym worked over his ripped body. He was moaning and struggling until his mouth was filled with a thick ebony cock that matched the one pounding his ass. Of course his hard, dripping cock showed that he was actually enjoying the spit-roasting, coming at the end of a several hour torture session.
I had edited the session down to a manageable 60 minutes, and I figured that this video would be another profitable one, offsetting the $1000 I had given each of the 3 guys to perform. The two black bodybuilders were lovers that had nicknamed each other "Sampson" and "Goliath" that I has observed in the beachfront gym where I worked out that was close to the skate park where I had picked up Trey, and the Korean boy was actually a part-time dancer and male stripper who was also working out regularly. The 3 had worked exceptionally well together, and I had the distinct impression as they had left my studio and torture chamber together chatting and laughing amiably that they would be seeing a lot more of each other in the future!
The next morning as I was working arranging some gear in my basement torture chamber, the doorbell rang. Looking at the cam I saw Trey standing there looking as hot as I remembered him. I went upstairs to the door and opened it.
"Hello, Sir." He said.
I noticed that his mood seemed to be somewhat more downbeat than I remembered him from before. "Come on in."
He walked into my front room and sat down in one of the chairs, never really looking me in the eyes, or even looking up. He really seemed to be depressed or preoccupied with something.
"Can I get you something to drink, or eat, or anything?" I asked him.
He just shook his head and sighed.
"What's the matter, Trey?" I asked gently.
"Well..." he started.
"Come on, what's wrong?" I prodded.
"Well, Sir...I'm not sure how to ask this, but..." He stopped again.
"What is it, boy?" I said more firmly. "Whatever it is, just ask me."
"I...uh...I never thought that I would ever ask anyone this, but I want to know if ...if...if you...um...would like to have a full-time slave-boy, and if so, could I be your slave, Sir?" he said, his face turning a bright red as he sagged down in his chair, looking as if he was on the verge of crying.
"I've been watching some bondage and S+M videos, including mine, and it made me realize that this is what I've been looking for all my life. I've had some sex with other guys, mostly just sucking their cocks and getting blow jobs and getting fucked once in a while, but it never really made me feel fulfilled, if you know what I mean!" he added.
"I never felt as if I knew what I was meant to do, so that's why I had a hard time keeping a job, and that's actually why I moved away from my family. They wanted me to be their perfect little midwestern farm boy son, but that's not me. I never really felt that I fit anywhere until I was tied up and spread out in your dungeon space being tortured, but then I knew."
He said all this in a rush, like he had been keeping it bottled up for a long time. I had to admit that I was rather startled and surprised by his request, but I could also see that he was totally serious.
"So, don't you have a job and a life of your own, and all that?" I asked him.
He just shook his head again and sighed. "I was supposed to be getting a job, but the company I was going to go to work for suddenly lost a big contract or something, and they had to let some of their people go, so I never got hired. Without a job and no money coming in other than what I got from you, I had to give up on the apartment I was trying to rent, and now I really don't have anywhere else to go. I have been couch surfing for a while, but I don't want to do that any more. Hell, I had to use a friend's phone to message you yesterday since I don't even have a phone of my own any longer."
He looked as if he was totally defeated, a complete change from the cocky little muscle stud I had met at the skate park a little more than a month ago. I actually began to feel sorry for him. I was pretty sure that he wasn't faking it, or trying to give me a sob story, and he really did seem to be at the end of his rope, but I decided to see how real his feelings were by testing him a little to see his reaction.
"Well, Trey, this is kind of sudden. I'm not really sure if I want to take on a slave-boy this quickly."
His face crumpled, and he actually began to sob.
"Oh shit...oh shit...I don't know what to do..." he broke down. "I can't go back to my parents, they don't want me back, and I don't know of anyone else I can turn to."
He actually slipped out of his chair and knelt at my feet.
"Please, Sir, I'm begging you! I don't know what else to do! Please...I...I don't want to end up as some homeless guy hustling old men for sex and giving them blow jobs in an alley somewhere for money to try to live from day to day. I'd rather die..."
I looked down at him. "O.K., O.K. Trey, calm down. I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll take you on as a probationary slave boy. You will be trained in behaving like a proper slave, and trained in your duties and responsibilities. BUT, if you are trying to scam me, or rip me off, or anything like that, you know that I have the means to punish you beyond ANYTHING you could imagine and then you would be turned over to a group of friends of mine that are hard-core top men and they would completely break you."
Then I decided to fuck with his head just a little bit more! "They would torture you and use your body, your mouth, and your ass for their pleasure for several weeks and then you would really disappear for good, possibly sold overseas into REAL sexual slavery! Do you understand what I'm telling you?"
He nodded. "Yes, Sir, I understand, and I won't let you down, Sir! Thank you, Sir!"
"Do you have any clothes, or anything like that, boy?"
"Yes, Sir, I have some stuff at a friend's house, just a little bit of clothes and my board, and things like that. I can go and get them if you want me to, Sir. I could be back within an hour."
I grinned at him. "Well, an hour would be just enough time for me to set up the dungeon space to torture you as the start of your slave training!"
His face actually seemed to light up at that! "Yes, Sir, Thank you, Sir! I'll be back as soon as I can, Sir! Thank you again, Sir!'
As he headed out, I went back down to my basement studio and dungeon space to finish up preparing it for his return. I decided to use the Backbreaker on him to start, and then see what else I wanted to do to him, which depended on how well he endured the first torture session. The Backbreaker was an arched rack that was about nine feet long, covered with a thin padding of leather, with anchor points for ankle restraints on one end and a crosspiece at the other end that stuck out about 3 feet on either side. In the middle of the crosspiece was the modified boat winch used for stretching a victim's arms both out and down at the same time, rather like an almost inverted crucifixion. Each click of the winch would pull the victim's arms about an additional quarter of an inch, ensuring that I had precise control over the amount of stretching he had to endure. The cables from the winch ran to a pair of pulleys on the end of the crossbar and then to the restraints that would be fastened to the victim's arms.
The arch in the rack would make the victim's ribcage bulge up as he was slowly stretched and bent further and further backwards, not enough to really injure him, but it would hurt like hell! Also, it would totally leave his entire torso stretched tight, abs flattened from the stretching, armpits wide open and deep, and his nipples right out front for hard torture. Also, to add to the victim's suffering, he couldn't really lift his head up far enough to see what I might want to do to his nipples or his cock and balls, and he would be kind of disorientated as his head would almost be inverted. And, his mouth would be at just the right height and angle for a good deep-throating and skull fucking if I wanted to use him that way!
Once the Backbreaker was set up, and I had my selection of floggers and other gear ready, I went to change. I decided to give Trey a bit of a treat so I dressed in my best boots, and a tight pair of leather codpiece pants with the removable jock pouch. I had no shirt on as I knew from our first meeting that he had told me that he admired my 29 year old and 6'4" body with muscles that were the result of years of weight training and calisthenics. I wasn't huge like a full on bodybuilder, but leaner, more ripped and shaped like a runway model. We were rather opposites in appearance, with Trey's short, hard muscled body, his shaggy dark hair and still boyish looks contrasted with my ten inch taller physique, my slightly harder and more angular features and my buzz-cut blonde hair.
Within 45 minutes the doorbell rang again. I looked at the monitor hooked to the doorbell cam to see Trey carrying a backpack with his skateboard under one arm. I opened the door and heard him mutter a soft "Oh Fuck..." when he saw me. His eyes ran up and down my body as he entered the front hall.
"On your knees, boy!" I ordered him.
He set the backpack and board off to one side and knelt in front of me, his head bowed.
"Some rules. First, you now own no property. Everything you have is now mine. Second, you cannot have sex with anyone without my express permission. Violate this rule, and your cock will be locked up for weeks at a time, not even allowing you to get hard. Third, you do not speak unless spoken to except in extreme circumstances. Fourth, even though my name is Dirk, you will only call me "Sir" until I give you permission to do otherwise. And there will be many more rules if I decide to keep you as a full slave later on! Do you understand me, boy?"
"Sir, yes, sir!"
"All right, boy, stand up and follow me!"
"Sir, yes, sir!".
We went down the stairs to my combination dungeon and filming studio. Trey was actually smiling as he looked around at the gear that was going to be used to torture his hard body. Without him noticing, I hit the switch that turned on the multiple cameras that I used for making my videos. They covered all angles in the dungeon, allowing me to edit together the best shots.
I turned to him. "Strip" was all I said.
He immediately pulled off his tee shirt, unlaced his boots and dropped his pants. It took him seconds to be standing in front of me, naked, his cock already half hard in anticipation of what was to come. Leading him over to the Backbreaker rack, I told him to take two of the larger leather restraints and buckle them tightly around his ankles. Once he had finished that, I took one of the special grip type restraints and buckled it around his right wrist using the 4 straps built into the restraint. Then I did the same thing for his left arm.
"Over here, boy. Sit down on the top of the arch and move down until your ankles can be fastened to the rack!"
Once his ankles were bound, I ordered him to lie back until he was stretched out on his back, his ribcage already bulging up over his abs.
He groaned softly at the arcing of his back in the wrong direction, but his cock was now totally erect, standing out over his abs and already dripping slightly. I ordered him to stretch his arms down towards the bottom of the rack. Taking one end of the cable that ran from the central winch on the crosspiece, I clipped it to the restraint on Trey's right arm, then did the same for his left arm, leaving him bent backwards, with his arms spread. I then began to slowly turn the winch, slowly drawing the cables tight and beginning to stretch his body slightly.
"Oh fuck..." he groaned.
"What did I say about not speaking?" I snarled in his face. "That's going to cost you, boy!"
I was just screwing with his head, still making sure that he was serious about want to become a slave boy. I went to the shelves that held my gear and picked up a pair of spring type nipple clamps with a chain between them. Setting the clamps down on his rippling abs, I reached down and began to twist and squeeze his hard brown tits, watching him squirm and flex his muscles on the rack while trying to remain silent. The harder I worked his tits, the more he flexed and struggled, his face contorted as he tried to remain silent, his body already beginning to shine with sweat. I worked his erect brown tits with my fingers for a good five minutes before clipping one of the clamps on his right tit. He groaned loudly, and then groaned again when his left nipple was clamped. I then turned the winch handle to get several more clicks out of it, stretching his arms and his body even tighter.
"Now you can talk, boy!" I sneered.
"Oh fuck...oh fuck...it hurts...my tits...my back..." he moaned.
"Ha! I'm just getting started, boy! You think you're suffering now, just wait an hour or two!" I laughed in his face.
"Yes, Sir. Please, Sir...please torture me. Stretch me harder, Sir. I need it, Sir!"
I took a thick silicone rubber cock ring from my supply shelf and stretched it over and around Trey's cock and balls. When I released the ring, he gasped and it seemed that his cock tried to swell up even more, the veins standing out the entire length of the 8 inch shaft, and the head began to turn a deeper shade of purple. I took another ring, and stretched it over his nuts, forcing them down in his scrotum. Trey groaned again as his balls were stretched tight.
When I flicked one of my fingers against his compressed and bound shiny balls, his entire body convulsed like he has been hit with a jolt of electricity, and he howled in pain!
"OH SHIT...OH SHIT..." he shrieked! "OH YES...FUCK YES! HURT ME, SIR!! TORTURE MY NUTS!"
I popped his nuts again and again with my fingers, each impact on his swelling balls making him struggle and flex every muscle in his torso, and shriek and howl with pain! I tortured his balls for almost five minutes, leaving him gasping for air, his body dripping wet with sweat. I reached down and turned the winch two more notches, making Trey scream with the increasing stretching of his muscles and his joints.
He looked magnificent with his body bent backwards, every rib standing out under his tan skin and every cord and ridge of muscle in his torso and abs bulging with each labored breath. I couldn't resist indulging one of my favorite fetishes any longer, so I leaned down and began to run my tongue through his stretched, deep left armpit, savoring the taste of his torture sweat, and the feel of the taut, quivering flesh and the straining tendons and muscles of his pit. He had very little hair in his pits, so keeping them shaved in the future would be easy.
Trey groaned "Oh fuck yes, Sir, that feels so damn good, Sir! Work my pits as you desire, Sir, lick them out, and torture my tits. Please use my body for your pleasure, Sir!!"
I moved around the rack and licked out his right armpit, thoroughly working my tongue deep into this sweaty armpit as well, reveling in Trey's moans of pleasure even as he was being tortured.
I stood up, reached out and grasped the chain between his nipple clamps and began to very slowly pull on it, stretching his nipples away from his pecs. Trey groaned as his tits were stretched, and the further they were pulled, the louder he groaned, until his groans turn into full-throated screams of both pain and pleasure. I pulled his nipples further and further from his pecs until I felt that they wouldn't stretch any further. Then to up the level of his tit torture, I let go of the chain and quickly grasped the clamps, and released both of them at the same time.
Trey shrieked in agony as the pressure on his nipples was released, and every muscle in his stretched torso flexed and bulged, straining against his restraints. His cock jumped and seemed to be pulsing, and I was thinking that he might cum just from the pain. He gasped for air for a few minutes, moaning and howling again when I squeezed, twisted, and rolled his tender nipples with my fingers some more just to get the circulation back in them. I turned to my supply shelf and picked up a riding crop with a small paddle end. Rubbing it across his chest, I then slapped it down across Trey's right pec.
He shrieked out "FUCK YES, SIR!!! HIT ME, SIR, PLEASE!!"
I slapped the crop across his left pec, then back to the right, and then the left again. With each hit, he shrieked and strained, gasping for air harder and faster. His screams almost doubled in intensity when I slapped the paddle end directly on his already swollen nipples. I worked his pecs until they were a fiery red, then slowly started down his stretched torso, using the crop on his lats, his bulging ribcage and his intercostals, then down to his ridged abs. I tortured him for a good twenty minutes with the crop, reveling in the sounds of his alternating shrieks of pain and pleasure and his groans as he endured the paddle turning his body red from the impacts. I then cranked the winch another notch, making Trey groan again, then turned my attention to his dripping cock and bound balls.
When I began to lightly tap on his bound nuts, Trey screamed as loudly as he ever had. Each slowly increasing impact on his now swollen and purple balls forced another shriek of sheer agony from him! I was amazed at the level of torture that he was enduring with no signs of wanting the suffering to stop, no begging for mercy, or calling out stop or anything like that! He was proving to me that he really WAS a true masochist and submissive pain-pig who desired intense torture!
Finally, after slapping his nuts for a good five minutes, Trey began to gasp out "More, Sir, oh damn, more! I'm going to cum, Sir! Please, hit my nuts more! HARDER, SIR!!"
I slapped his balls as hard as I could about three more times before Trey screamed, and his dripping cock shot out a hard jet of sperm, shooting down across his flexed 6-pack abs and bulging ribcage, and across his chest! He shot five or six hard streams of cum, gasping and howling the entire time, until his hard orgasm was spent! He then groaned "Oh God..." and seemed to go limp!
I quickly checked to see that he was breathing normally, then slowly released the pressure on the winch that was stretching his body. He was moaning but he seemed to be all right otherwise. I released his wrist restraints from the cables and slowly moved first his right arm down and across his chest, then did the same with his left arm. I then slowly and carefully removed the rubber rings on his balls and his cock, as the rings shouldn't be on for too long, cutting off the circulation to his cock and balls.
Trey opened his eyes and looked up at me. "Thank you, Sir...God, that was amazing, Sir. I've needed that for SO long, Sir..."
He then began to weep, which I suspected was a result of the endorphin high he must have been coming down from. Putting an arm under his shoulders, I helped Trey slowly sit up on the rack, then I released his ankle restraints from the base of the arch. I told him to just sit there for a few minutes before trying to move. He sat there, his chest heaving until his breath slowed back down towards normal, the cum on his chest mixing with the sweat coating his muscles. It took a good five minutes before he had calmed down enough to be able to turn on the rack and slowly try to stand up. When he did, he looked at me, and suddenly dropped down onto his knees.
He bent down and began to lick my boots, murmuring "Thank you, Sir, Oh God, thank you, Sir..." again and again.
I let him lick my boots for a few more minutes before I reached down and grabbed a handful of his shaggy hair. I yanked him back up onto his knees.
"Cross your hands behind your back, boy!" I told him.
Trey immediately did as I told him. I took one of my dog bone clips and fastened the wrist restraints together, ensuring that he couldn't use his hands until I allowed him to.
"What do you say, boy?" I growled.
"Sir, thank you, Sir! Thank you for the torture, Sir. I will be your slave if you will have me, Sir!" He looked up at me with an almost pleading expression on his face.
"I will consider it, boy, but there is more you must do to prove yourself, boy!"
"Yes, Sir, whatever you demand, Sir! My body is yours to use however you want, Sir!"
"All right, boy. First thing, remove the jock pouch with just your teeth!"
Trey leaned in and began to try to work one of the edges of the jock into his mouth so he could grip it with his teeth. It took a minute of two before he finally leaned back and managed to unsnap the pouch from the pants. My cock stood out once it was freed from the jock, which was a relief, since the pouch was rather confining to my 9 inches. Trey dropped the pouch and leaned in with his mouth open like he immediately wanted to begin to suck my cock.
I grabbed his hair and yanked his head back! "Did I give you permission to do that, boy?" I snapped.
"No, Sir, I'm sorry, Sir!" he said, somewhat desperately.
"You don't get that until you have earned it, boy!"
"Yes, Sir! I'll do whatever it takes, Sir!"
"Let's see how good your control is, boy!" I grinned sadistically. "Close your eyes, and keep your mouth closed until I tell you differently!"
Grasping my cock, I began to rub the head of it across Trey's face, even as he began to moan deep in his chest with desire. I ran it across his forehead, over his closed eyelids, down the sides of his cheeks, and across his mouth. I could tell he was struggling to obey my orders, and that he wanted to suck my cock, but he managed to control his impulses for the five minutes or so that I teased him.
I pulled back from his face and told him to open his eyes. He looked up at me with an almost palpable level of desire and pleading in his eyes. I decided to give him one last test of his true desire to serve me full time.
"Here is your next test, boy!" I told him. "You will be hung up by your arms for over an hour, and you will be subjected to hard floggings and other tortures. You will then be fucked! If you endure the flogging to my satisfaction, and take the fucking as a good submissive would, I will consider keeping you on full time as my slave! Is that understood, boy?"
"Yes, Sir. I understand, Sir! But, may I please make one request, Sir?" he said almost shyly.
"You're not really in a position to make ANY requests, boy, but as you are new, I'll allow it just this one time!" I glowered down in his face.
"Please, Sir, when you fuck me, please cum inside me. I've been fucked a few times before, once even by you, but no one has ever cum inside me while fucking me. I remember you came on my abs while I was spread in the sling, Sir, but I now want to have my true Master cum in my gut, to plant his seed inside me. I know it sounds kind of silly, Sir, but that's just something that I desire, Sir!"
He then bent his head down, looking at the floor, seemingly waiting for my answer.
"I'll tell you what I'll do, boy!" I told him. "You endure the suspension and the flogging like a true slave would, and I'll give you a gut full of cum. BUT, if that's what happens, from then on, you are my property! A full-time totally submissive slave who must obey every order with no questions asked! Is that understood, boy?"
"Sir! Yes, Sir!"
"All right, boy. Get up, and stand over there under the hoist."
He rose to his feet, the muscles in his thick legs bulging as they were obviously well developed from his skateboarding, as was the rest of his body. I took a short spreader bar and attached the loop welded to the center of the bar to the hook on the hoist cable. I then released the clip holding Trey's arms behind his back and clipped the wrist restraints to each end of the bar. I told him to spread his feet enough so I could attach a short length of chain to each of his ankle restraints, and then clipped the chains to hooks at the base of the vertical pillars on either side of the hoist area. Using the control for the electric hoist, I slowly raised his arms in front of him until they were stretched tightly over his head. He looked incredible, his sweaty muscled body fully exposed for my use, pits open, lats drawn tight, his swollen brown nipples hard, his ribs and six-pack abs rippling under his still reddened and striped skin, and his cock already fully erect once again.
I worked the hoist control again until Trey was stretched so tightly that only his toes were still on the floor. His face was drawn with concentration as he attempted to endure the increasing ache in his shoulder muscles and his arm joints. Giving him a sadistic grin, I hit the hoist control once again, lifting his feet completely off the floor, leaving him hanging by his arms, his muscular torso totally exposed for my pleasure and his suffering!
He groaned "Oh fuck, yes, Sir! Thank you, Sir!"
"Tell me what you want, boy!" I snarled even as I grasped his hair and snapped his head back and held it so he could only look directly up into my eyes.
"Please, sir, torture me. Beat me, flog my back and my chest, and fuck me, Sir! Please...I need your cock to shoot your sperm inside me, and I need to suffer for you, Sir!" he moaned, tears running down his face.
"All right, boy. You want to suffer? Then get ready for some real pain!"
I turned to my supply shelf and grabbed a pair of alligator style nipple clamps. Squeezing Trey's right nipple and stretching it away from his chest, I opened the clamp and let it slowly bite into the swollen and still tender meat of his tit. He shrieked in agony as the sharpened teeth of the clamp bit deeply into his dark brown nipple. I then set the other clamp on his left tit, drawing another shriek of sheer pain from his throat! I stepped back and watched as he thrashed and strained as his body absorbed the fiery pain that had to be ripping through his chest! He was gasping for air, tossing his head from side to side as best as he could with it trapped between his arms, his chest heaving and his abs rippling like ocean waves as he struggled to breathe.
"Oh God...oh fuck...oh fuck..." he was moaning.
"Is this what you wanted, boy? To be hung up like a slab of meat in a butcher shop, waiting to suffer, boy?" I taunted him.
"Yes, Sir...please..." he gasped. "Use me, Sir. I need it, Sir...Flog me, Sir, Please... flog my back and ass, Sir"
"You want to be flogged, boy? You want me to turn your back into hamburger?"
I was just fucking with his head some more, since I never really liked flogging or whipping a guy hard enough to make them bleed. Also, Trey's back muscles were just too damn sexy for me to want to mark them up more then with just some short term stripes and marks like light welts and bruises that would fade within a day or two.
"Yes, Sir...Please..."
"How many strokes do you want, boy?" I snarled.
"As many as you want to give me, Sir! I'll take it, Sir. Please...HURT ME, Sir... Please..."
Trey was practically crying as he begged me to torture him. Turning towards him, I unexpectedly drew back my right arm and slammed my fist into his washboard abs! His eyes bulged out as he obviously wasn't expecting the punch. He hung there, struggling to draw a breath, the first signs of panic showing on his face as he thrashed and writhed, his abs convulsing and his chest heaving since he couldn't breathe! It took almost a full minute before I heard the first gasps of air being drawn into his lungs. I just let him hang, not doing anything else to him until he could breathe normally again. When he was finally breathing, I grabbed his hair again and leaned in close to his face.
"Did you like that, boy? That's what you wanted, boy, to be beaten and tortured! That's what being my slave will get you! You will be trained to endure hours of pain and suffering, and your body modified over time to make you into the slave boy that I want you to be! You will spend hours every day working out and weightlifting with me to turn you into a walking mass of solid muscle, begging to have your body tortured for my pleasure, and for the pleasure of anyone else I let torture you! Be sure of this, boy, because if you agree that this is what you really want, I will flog you until you can't take any more, then you will get ten MORE strokes, then I will fuck you, and you will be mine!"
Trey looked at me, his eyes bloodshot from his crying, and the tortures.
"Yes, Sir. Please, flog me, fuck me, and do whatever you want to my body. I will be your property, Sir. You will be my Master and I will be your willing slave for as long as you will have me, Sir! Please..."
I stepped over to my supply shelf and picked up one of my medium weight deerskin floggers. Stepping behind Trey's suspended body, I swung the flogger, laying the tails in a fan pattern across his bulging, sweaty muscles. His back and shoulder muscles flexed and bunched up, showing off the definition of his muscles, and even the striations of the muscle fibers themselves!
"OH YES...FUCK YES, SIR!!" Trey howled. "MORE, SIR!! PLEASE, MORE!!"
I gave him twenty more rapid strokes with the flogger, his amazing physique writhing and straining with each burning impact of the tails on his back, shoulders and even his ass. I then set this flogger down, and picked up a somewhat heavier flogger with tails made of a thicker cowhide. I swung this flogger with a medium power stroke to see how Trey would react when it hit his already striped back.
"SHIT!!!" he shrieked, his biceps and shoulders bulging as he seemingly tried to lift his entire bodyweight with his arms!
The sight of his body straining at it's limits was one of the hottest things that I had seen in quite a while. Right there I decided that no matter how much torture Trey could endure, he would become my slave boy, surrendering himself to me for training! With very little work, just proper coaching and some supplements, he could have a competition-level physique!
I swung the flogger again, drawing another scream from his throat. He thrashed and writhed with each impact, his body heaving up as his arms bulged and flexed, then he sagged down again before I laid the tails across his back again! I could tell that he was struggling to endure the torture, so I paced the strokes of the flogger to give his body a few seconds between each hit to absorb and process the pain. This was just about the level of pain he had endured during his first torture session a month or so ago when I made his video.
He endured another twenty hits with this flogger, his muscles almost convulsing with each hit, knotting and bulging. He also howled in pain with each impact, but never once begged me to stop, or even to ease off. He really did seem to trying to endure the torture to impress me. Or perhaps he really DID desire the pain like a true masochist would.
I decided to change up his torture so I stepped in front of him. Trey whimpered, his eyes wide open when I reached out to the clamps biting into his nipples, and then I slowly opened the clamp on his right nipple. Trey threw his head back and shrieked in pain, but then his shrieks turned into moans of pleasure when I leaned in and took the battered knob of hard brown tit-meat into my mouth and began to suck on it.
"Oh yes...oh fuck yes, Sir. Damn, that feels good, Sir...oh fuck..."
I sucked the tit for a few minutes, Trey moaning the entire time, until I unexpectedly opened the clamp that was still biting into his left tit. He shrieked in pain again until I began to suckle on this nipple as well. His pain-filled howling morphed into moans of pleasure once again as I worked his tit with my tongue. When I had worked his nipple long enough, I pulled back and looked into his eyes.
"Here is what I can going to do, boy. I will give you a challenge. You will be given twenty five strokes across the chest and abs with the flogger. If you can remain silent for the entire time, I will let you down, put you in the sling, and give you a nice, long slow fucking, ending with a load of cum in your gut. If you can't remain silent, you will be shown the door, and told never to come back! Is that understood, boy?"
He looked at me almost frantically. I was pretty sure that he wouldn't be able to keep quiet, but I just wanted to see how he would deal with this challenge. I had decided to keep him on as my slave no matter what, so this was just another chance to mess with his head!
He nodded. "Yes, Sir. I understand, Sir. I'll try to remain silent for you, Sir!"
As I turned towards my shelf to choose which flogger I was going to use, I heard Trey softly mutter "Oh God...oh God..." again and again. Smiling to myself, I turned back to him, holding a light deerskin flogger.
"Get ready, boy." I growled to him.
I swung the flogger in a relatively light stroke, as the tails smacked into his chest. He flexed his pecs and abs, his face contorted in pain, his eyes closed, and his jaw clenched so tightly that the cords were sanding out in his neck! I only heard a soft grunt from him as his muscled chest absorbed this new pain. The flogger impacted his rock hard torso again and again, each hit causing his body to writhe and shudder as he hung by his arms. By the eleventh hit, he finally let out an involuntary whimper, even though he was almost desperate in his efforts to remain silent! I pretended that I hadn't heard it, since I was determined to see just how strong he really was. The veins were standing out on his biceps and shoulders, and even down his abs as he writhed in agony with each impact on his body. I suspected that he was right at the end of his endurance, as this was only the second time that he had been tortured. He made it through the next series of hits with the flogger before he finally broke on the twentieth hit. He shrieked in pain, gasped, and seemed to go limp, having reached the end of his strength!
I dropped the flogger, stepped up to him, and lifted his head from where it had fallen forward, his chin on his chest!
"Trey! Open your eyes! TREY!"
In a few seconds his eyes fluttered open, and he gasped for air, drawing in a long, shuddering breath. I reached for the hoist control and lowered him down until his feet were on the floor. He still was almost fully supported by his arms as it seemed that he still hadn't recovered enough to even realize that he could stand.
He moaned "Oh God...oh fuck...oh fuck..." over and over again. He then started to cry. "Oh fuck, I failed...please don't send me away, no Sir...PLEASE..."
I wrapped my arms around him to hold him tight, chest to chest. He was sobbing into my pecs even as I reached up with one hand and unclipped his right arm from the spreader bar. He moaned in pain between sobs as I slowly let his arm down and set it on my shoulder to keep him from trying to drop it too quickly. I then did the same with his left arm, leaving him basically holding onto my shoulders as I stood there for almost five minutes holding him while he slowly recovered from the torture and his muscles and joints recovered from the extended period of arm suspension.
I slowly started to kneel with Trey still holding on to me, until we were both down on our knees. I finally was able to release his ankle restraints from the chains that had kept his feet spread. He had recovered enough that he was now able to kneel by himself without my having to support him. He slumped down on to his elbows, his head down as he began to cry.
"Oh God...please...I...I couldn't take it...Please, don't...don't send me away...Please.... Sir...Please..."
He sounded absolutely despondent and broken. I bent down next to him, and putting one hand under his chin, I gently lifted his face so I could look directly into his eyes.
"Don't worry, boy. You did good. I'm going to let you rest for a while, and then, if you still want it, I'll put you in the sling or lock you in the stocks, your choice, and give you a nice long, slow fuck!"
I lifted him back upright on his knees and hugged him tight, chest to chest. We knelt there together for about ten minutes while Trey's breathing slowed down to normal, and he quit quivering from sheer emotion. He then leaned his head down against my chest for a while and then to my surprise, he moved his head a little to one side, and began to suck on my left nipple! My hands began to run up and down the sweaty surface of his thick back muscles. He then began to suck my right tit for another few minutes before pulling back and looking up into my eyes.
Trey looked at me and smiled. "Thank you, Sir. I really want you to fuck me, but there is something I need to do for myself, if you don't mind, Sir."
"What's that, boy?"
Trey leaned back on his haunches, and put his hands together behind his head, fingers locked together. He arched his back slightly, causing his chest to stand out and the definition of his six-pack abs to really show.
"Please, Sir, give me the last five strokes with the flogger across my chest! I need to prove to myself that I can endure your tortures, Sir!"
I looked at him and asked: "Are you sure, boy? You don't need to prove anything to me. You've already shown me that you can take it, and that you were serious about becoming a slave!"
He held his position and almost begged me. "Please, Sir, I need this! I need to do it for myself, please..."
I stood up and reached for my medium weight flogger. "All right, boy. If that's what you want, then you shall get it! Get ready..."
Trey took a deep breath, and held it. Closing his eyes, he nodded to me. I swung the flogger and laid the tails across his already reddened pecs! He groaned as his biceps bulged, and his abs rippled as he struggled to hold his position. I wrung the flogger again, this time aiming lower so the tails spread across his six-pack! He groaned louder, every muscle in his torso flexing and working under his welted and striped skin. The third hit was back up on his pecs, but this time the end of a few of the tails curled into his left armpit!
Trey threw his head back and gasped "FUCK..." from this hit.
I quickly stepped to the other side of him and swung the flogger again, this time across his pecs from the other direction. The tails slapped into his right armpit this time, drawing a sharp cry of pain from him! For the fifth stroke, I laid the tails across his abs again, as hard as I thought he could endure!
Trey shrieked "SHIT!" and fell forward, almost landing face-down on the dungeon floor, only catching himself at the last moment! He knelt on the floor, gasping for air for a few minutes. I let him compose himself, and recover from the last of his flogging. Eventually, he raised himself back up onto his knees and looked up at me.
"Thank you, Sir! Thank you!" he smiled.
I looked down at him and realized that I now had myself a real slave-boy for the first time in my life! I had had temporary partners in the past, but I felt that Trey was going to be different. I knew that he had pushed himself to his limits and somewhat beyond in his effort to please me, and I appreciated that. I also knew that he needed some time to recover before we did anything else.
"Trey, you're going to go over to the bathroom in the corner, and get into the shower to clean up, relax and cool down for a bit. Then I want you to lie down for at least an hour before we continue. That's an order!"
My dungeon and video studio was in what at one time had been a basement efficiency apartment, which was convenient as it had a small bathroom in one corner as well as plenty of room for my bondage gear and supplies. There was also a futon along one wall near the bathroom.
Trey slowly got to his feet. "Yes, Sir, I'll do that, Sir. Thank you, Sir!"
He went over to the small bathroom, and within a few seconds I heard the water start to run in the shower. In just a few more moments I heard a soft "Oh...Damn..." as Trey stepped under the water. I grinned because I knew that the water, no matter how warm, would sting the welts on his chest and back a bit even without any soap. He stayed in the shower for a good five minutes, apparently having gotten used to the feel of the water, and finally relaxing a bit.
Finally, I heard the water shup off, and within another minute Trey stepped out of the bathroom, looking more refreshed and alert. I knew that he still needed a bit of rest before I decided how I was going to fuck him, and, actually, I needed to rest a bit myself, since flogging a hot body is more tiring then some people think!
"Trey, lie down on the couch for a bit and rest, then I'll fuck you. You'll enjoy it more after a bit of anticipation, and you're still a bit overwhelmed by the tortures. Just relax for as long as you want."
"Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir!"
I was amused to see that no more than a minute after Trey stretched out on the futon, he was snoring softly as his body tried to relax and calm down. I decided that I would put him in the sling when he was ready to get fucked and take my load, as I wanted him to be able to watch me, even if his hands were bound to the support chains, and he couldn't feel my muscles, no matter how much he wanted to! I turned off the remote cameras, thinking that I didn't need to be recording nothing for a while, but I would turn on the ones covering the sling when it was time to put Trey in bondage on the sling and give him a long, slow leisurely fuck until I wanted to cum inside him. While he was sleeping, I went upstairs and took off my boots and the leather pants, hanging them up to air out.
He slept for a good hour and a half before he slowly began to stretch and shift on the futon until he finally sat up slowly, groaning slightly as his battered muscles were forced to work again.
"Feel better, boy?" I grinned.
"Yes, Sir, much better, Sir!"
"Well then, you need to get your ass over here, and get in the sling if you still want your gut filled!" I told him firmly.
"Yes, Sir, right away, Sir!" he said, getting to his feet and walking over to the corner where the fucking sling was located.
He lay back in the sling, as he had done the first time he was in my dungeon. I used the restraints what were attached to the chains at the foot end of the sling to lift and spread his legs, leaving his ass at just the right height for me to easily penetrate him when it was time. Then I buckled a pair of wrist restraints onto each arm. I told Trey to reach back along the chains at the head end as far as he could. When he was stretched tight, I clipped the restraints to the chains, leaving his muscled torso stretched tight, abs flexing and ribs rippling with each breath that he took. I could tell from the look of anticipation in his eyes that even the slightest delay in my beginning to fuck him was adding to his frustration.
"You want it, don't you, boy?" I sneered. "You want your ass fucked and filled with cum like some kind of cheap rent-boy whore, don't you?"
"Please, Sir, Fuck me! PLEASE!!! I need it, I need you to fill me, Sir. Make me your slave, Sir! I'll do anything you order me to do for as long as you will have me as your slave, Sir! Fuck me in the ass and the mouth every day, torture me every day, make me work out for hours every day to build my muscles, I'll do it all for you, Sir!"
I looked down at him, and gave him what I hoped was an unpleasant smile, just to rattle his nerves just a bit. Then holding up a leather muzzle gag, I ordered him to open his mouth as wide as he could. I stuck the thick leather plug into his mouth, and strapped the gag around his head, ensuring that he couldn't speak. This was just another way for me to unnerve him slightly, as he had not been gagged before. I then reached out to his nipples, and began to roll and twist them between my fingers. Trey began to writhe and flex his muscles in the sling as I worked his still somewhat swollen tits, but at the same time, the harder I worked his nipples, the harder it seemed that his cock grew until it was fully erect and dripping slightly, the veins standing out along it's full eight inches.
"You like that, don't you, boy? Having those big tits worked and tortured, huh, boy?"
He nodded rather frantically.
"Just imagine what they will look like after they have been pumped and stretched for months, boy! Imagine yourself with a full bodybuilder physique, eight-pack abs, and massive hard pecs capped with enormous dark brown nipples! They'll stand out more than an inch or so when I'm done with them! You'll have guys begging to suck and chew on those tits, and even try different types of tortures on them when I take you to some major Leather events, IF you behave as a proper slave! Would you like that, boy?"
Trey nodded frantically again, even as I continued to work his nipples for another few minutes, until the sight of his ripped muscles straining and heaving was too much for me to hold off. Taking a tube of lubricant, I stuck first one, and then two fingers inside Trey's ass, drawing a muted moan of pleasure from him. I pumped the fingers in and out of his ass, listening to him whimper with desire as best as he could with the gag filling his mouth. Finally, I knew it was time.
"You want it, boy? You want to be my permanent slave?" I asked.
He nodded once again.
I positioned myself, and pushed the head of my cock against Trey's lubed ass. Giving a short thrust, the head of my dick slipped inside him, drawing a loud moan from Trey that seemed to come from deep in his chest. Holding onto his spread legs, I began to rock back and forth, driving my cock deeper and deeper into his hot ass with each thrust. Soon I was in him for the entire length of my nine inches.
He was looking up at me, his eyes wide as I began to thrust into him faster and faster, each thrust drawing another muffled moan of pleasure from my helpless, gagged muscle slave. I had to tell myself to slow down at times to prolong Trey's fucking, both to add to his anticipation and grow his frustration, and also because his ass just felt so damn good working around my cock!
I managed to control myself for almost fifteen minutes more before I knew that no matter what, I was going to cum soon! I let go of Trey's thighs, and reached out to his nipples once again! His eyes opened wide when I began to pull on his tits, using them to rock his entire body back and forth in the sling! I was dripping with sweat from my exertions and Trey's body was soaking wet as well. I finally began to slam my cock into his ass hard while still stretching and twisting his nipples.
Trey was moaning with a mix of pain and desire and flexing his abs and biceps with each thrust, until I threw my head back and yelled "OH FUCK YES...TAKE IT, BOY!!" as I shot into his ass. I must have shot five or six hard jets of sperm into Trey's hot ass, slamming my cock into his ass as hard as I could! Finally at the end of my orgasm, I pulled Trey's nipples as hard as I could, moaning with sheer pleasure even as he was striving to scream in pain around the gag in his mouth!
Then, my orgasm spent, I could only lean down forward, almost lying on top of Trey's spread body. Gasping for air, I reached out and removed the gag from around his head. I could feel his chest heaving as he struggled to breathe with my bodyweight on top of him in the sling.
"Oh Fuck...Oh God...Oh Fuck..." he moaned when he could speak. "Oh God...thank you, Master! Thank you!"
I leaned up, grasped his head, and looking down into his eyes, kissed him deeply which seemed to surprise him! Then, I straightened up, stepped back slightly pulling my cock out of his ass, bent over and took his dripping cock into my mouth!
"OH FUCK!!" he howled as I began to suck his cock while reaching up and grasping his swollen, tender nipples once again!
"Oh YES, MASTER!!! TORTURE MY TITS, SIR!! FUCK YES!" he shrieked.
I worked his tits for only a few moments before Trey howled and filled my mouth with a huge load of his cum! He groaned when I let go of his nipples and concentrated of working my tongue around the head and the shaft of his cock until he moaned "Oh shit, Sir...please...stop...oh God, it's SO sensitive...". I found it amusing that post-orgasm torture seemed to be the only to get him to beg me to stop!
I swallowed his thick load and stood up. looking down at my new Slave-boy! He looked amazingly sexy, his spread-eagled body glistening with sweat like he had been oiled, his chest still rising and falling rapidly, his washboard abs rippling with each breath, and his battered, swollen nipples already standing out from his pecs. I reached up, and released the restraints om his arms from the chains.
Trey groaned as he moved his arms down slowly, showing me that he had already learned not to try to move too quickly once he was released from bondage. I couldn't tell who was more worn out from our latest scene, Trey or myself! I then released his ankles from their restraints, allowing him to lower his feet down to the floor. Trey slowly sat up in the sling, and then lowered himself down until he was kneeling in front of me.
He bent down and began kissing my feet, murmuring "Thank you, Master, thank you..." over and over again.
I let him kneel there for just a few moments before I told him to straighten up. He looked up at me, obviously waiting for me to speak.
"Welcome to your new life...SLAVE!" I sneered down at him. "Your ass is mine from now on, boy!"
"Yes...Master" Trey whispered, seemingly overcome with emotion. "Just tell me what I can do to serve you, Master!"
"The first thing is to come upstairs with me so we can both take a shower at the same time in the bigger bathroom. And then I'll start with your proper slave training and laying out the rules you will follow if you want to remain as my slave."
We went back upstairs and got into the shower. Knowing that he would still be feeling the effects of his torture session, and the fact that I was feeling kind of spent after torturing and fucking Trey, I decided that after we got cleaned up, we wouldn't be doing much else today, just relaxing while I gave Trey his rules of conduct to follow. Later that evening, after a good meal, I went to my workroom to finish up the video I had been editing and dubbing in the music when Trey had messaged me. This time, however I was no longer alone.
My new slave-boy was actually curled up at my feet, lying on a blanket on the floor, wearing his new leather slave collar padlocked around his throat and sleeping soundly, exhausted by the day's activities.
I looked down at him and smiled. "Sleep well, Trey. You have no idea how much your life has just changed!"